existing (01)

Sometimes waking up feels like looking up at the stars on a clear night, your neighbor turning on their porch light and watching all of them disappear and fade. Sometimes I, as a person feel like that, I hide or leave because there is a new light that could hold their attention better, even if I wanted it. 

I mean, we are all bits of stardust, right? If there is a god, I like to think we are like little sandcastles they(it?) made from that dust. Maybe I just need to eat and go to sleep, and I should probably be doing my homework, but I think these silly thoughts should be entertained for a little bit, I have all the time in the world for homework and other things that won't actually matter when I die. 

Words are funny because that's sometimes the only way people will listen, other times it doesn't matter how you communicate, some people still don't understand. People also say actions are louder than words but speaking and writing is an action. Writing is the only way I can communicate, if I try to talk my eyes tear up and then suddenly, I'm a little kid again. I hate feeling like a little kid. 

Forgetting is another thing I hate. To me, forgetting is horrifying. How many people have I forgot? How many people have forgotten me? That must be a terrible fate. Being forgotten. No one to remember your name. I wonder how many people have been forgotten.
Maybe that's why I'm doing this.

Does anyone have any good song suggestions? I am in need of some new sounds to fill space.